Kill The Pig. Cut Her Throat. Spill

Put Simply The Novel Stands Between Us And The Hardening Concept Of Statistical Man. There Is No Other Medium In Which We Can Live For So Long And So Intimately With A Character. That Is The Service A Novel Renders.

How Can You Expect To Be Rescued If You Don’t Put First Things First And Act Proper?

If Faces Were Different When Lit From Above Or Below -- What Was A Face? What Was Anything?

Fancy Thinking The Beast Was Something You Could Hunt And Kill! You Knew, Didn’t You? I’m Part Of You? Close, Close, Close! I’m The Reason Why It’s No Go? Why Things Are What They Are?

I Really Feel The Novel Has Certain Conveniences About It And Has Something So Fundamental About It You Could Almost Say That As Long As There Is Paper, There Is Going To Be The Novel.